Friday, September 07, 2007


Every Thursday she gathers all the papers and magazines from the week and settles down on the floor. Sitting cross legged she diligently flips through each and every one. When something catches her eye, she stops and carefully cuts it out. Once she’s been through the entire stack, she pulls out her big sketch book, and pastes all her little bits into it; trying to piece together a perfect life.

1 comment:

Ronak said...

Loved that one only if life could have been made perfect so easily...

Waiting for the next excellent post... if you could increase the frequency or is it the cost of quality ???